THE MISTRESS ✔️ (COMPLETED)

63~ Promise?... I Promise

This late night update is dedicated to one of my dearest friends on wattpad 1999Su

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Jhanvi shifted in her bed and stretched her hand. Accidentally, she hit Monica's waist and her eyes sprung open. She turned her head and found Monica sleeping next to her.

Jhanvi sat up on the bed and placed her palm on her chest. She breathes a sigh of relieve. Monica didn't wake up nor scolded her. She lifted the duvet from herself and carefully climbed down the bed. She wore her slippers and stood up. She yawned stretching her arms. Then, she gathered her curls and tied it in a loose ponytail. She took out her clothes and happily walked into the bathroom.

After she freshened up, she walked out of the bathroom and found Monica was still fast asleep. It felt odd that she was sleeping for so long. Jhanvi shrugged and walked out of the room. She entered the living room and found Eshaan sitting at the dining table. He was dressed for office in striped blue and white Tee and eating toast. Jhanvi smiled, adjusted her hair and walked towards him.

'Good morning.' She said cheerfully. Eshaan looked up at her. She smiled at him as she pulled out a chair for herself. He smiled at her and then looked towards the door of her room. She frowned and looked at the direction he was looking at and then she looked back to him.

'What are you looking at?' She asked folding her arms and placing them on the table. Quickly, he looked away and forced a smile.

'Nothing,' He replied. Jhanvi shrugged and picked up his coffee mug. She took a sip and made a face.

'Yuck, Dude. You have put salt instead of sugar.' She pushed the cup away from her. Eshaan looked surprised. He picked up the mug and took a sip. As soon, as the warm liquid entered his throat he felt pukish. Seriously, he had added salt. Then, a small smile appeared on his lips. He was so lost reminiscing last night that he didn't pay attention to what he was adding.

As he smiled to himself, Jhanvi eyed him suspiciously.

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Even in the office, Eshaan was all smiles. His colleagues were surprised because they had gotten used to grumpy Eshaan. After three years, he was smiling so much. In his cabin, he found himself admiring Monica's photo on his laptop.

After lunch, as he worked in his cabin his landline rang. Without looking away from the presentation he was making he picked up the phone.

Eshaan: Hello?

'Come to my office now.' Kabir's strong baritone came from the other side. Eshaan shifted in his place and nodded.

'Yes, sir.' He replied. Then, Kabir cut the call. Eshaan sighed getting up from his seat.

Ever since Kabir got Monica he would hardly call Eshaan to his cabin and so he wondered why he was called so urgently.

'Come in.'

Eshaan twisted the doorknob and entered the cabin. He found Kabir standing in front of the long glass window and looking out. A dying cigarette in his hand. Eshaan cleared his throat and Kabir turned around.

'Ah, Eshaan.' He said walking towards his table. Eshaan watched him drop the dead cigarette butt in the ash-tray.

'Sir?'

Kabir looked at him and Eshaan continued, - 'How is Naren now?' He asked, concerned. Kabir nodded.

'He is much better. He had a high fever. The doctor has said that my child,' – He paused and exhaled deeply, - 'has very weak immunity and heart.'